Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 3, 2015 2:27:43 GMT
(Heavy weights on, Bio Meta being used for X8 boost!)
The devil beneath a city, fitting was it not? The serpent like Arcosian Bio-Android stalked the vast darkness, letting the single large hole bring light to the underground chamber. The environment fit him well, dark and damp with all the darkness! The dreaded Oozaru would have trouble finding his location exactly, but in a general sense he was just flat out telling them. On top of that, from his study of the Saiyan data banks, he knew the weak spot of their tails, which would be one advantage he loved to exploit. However he had to get TO this weak spot first, which is kinda hard when together they were stronger then him. Damn it to the Home of Infinite Losers! Koramund stalked the almost pitch black abyss, waiting for the promised prey to join in his slaughter. Koramund was just as powerful as Zucceta, the mistress of Death. Wait, scratch that! She was about a thousand PL above him, damn it! Orache, oh that little one was dead. His new transformation resonated with him well, Orion seemed almost, pitiful. The flesh had vague memories of the past life, the nerves had to keep the memories, and they all just wept in joy and sorrow to him. Like father like son, hopefully. Koramund lifted up his left index finger, slowly creating four pitch black orbs, perfectly blending with him into the night. He hid the white orbs inside each and every orb of shadow, filling them up to create the World Maker. Koramund prayed that Wyntre would help him survive against Zucceta, or that he could chop off their tails, other wise he was out numbered by almost 165%.
(Charging, Summoner of the Void - World Maker (UV3) - 66% PL)
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 3, 2015 2:51:47 GMT
[Heavy Weights equip.]
Silence and space.
Lucky me. Heh.
The trip to and from Namek was something. It wasn't boring nor tedious, but rather exciting and question drawing. The earthborn Namekian whom had sat down inside of the alien craft for intergalactic travel sitting with his legs crossed, cheek in palm. Deep in thought. Should he have stood on the green planet? Or was he better off to return back to the spiraling ball of blue? Should he have remained with the tribesman and village he had come to stay in? With 'Pa and his offspring? Well, such things could have been answered with time. Maybe, not at all. The Namek really couldn't tell, even if he could or wanted to.
The turbulence had finally kicked in at last. The white fluff of condensed air greeting his ovular and spiked ship as he descend into earth. Ukare's strong figure remained still and unbothered. His strong throat making a movement as his Adam's apple moved down and back to its original placement from swallowing down on the transparent saliva formulating on the curve of his purple tongue, the slimy muscle pressed against the back of his lower row of teeth. The leather pads that rest on his shoulders weighing him onto the tiling of his ship, cape draped around him much like a veil and his turban concealing his lanky antenna and bald head. His form still but shaking few seconds from the drop in pressure. Breathing had become rather hard for a few seconds.
His porthole had begun fogging up, clearing and then becoming coated with a white substance that seemed powdery. Taking another few minutes for the Namekian craft to land and allow itself to slowly become entrapped by the heavy snow that the Northern reaches of Earth had been known for. Naroka standing up with a grunt, putting his right leg up and grasping his knee to aid himself in getting up on both. His time on the mystic planet proving quite well for his mental state as he burst out of his aircraft and explore Jingle Village. Feeling a bit better, as he was back on Earth again. Walking about and donning a half smile, smirk at most. The smirk fading to a frown as Naroka realized a disturbance at last.
"What the hell? That..thats incredible." The Namek grunted, his eyes narrowing to view what appeared to be a lone figure. Charging a devastating move that would strike utter awe into anyone who dare view it from near. And if something was terrifying, it was no good. That was a given. Naroka knew what to do; His muscle mass and height increasing a good few feet, boosting him to the grand height of eight feet. Veins sprouting and thumping along his cranium as his fingers come together. Readying to combat the force below. He had clapped his hands together, holding the chi in palm as he somersault into the crater, greeting the opposition.
[Transformed into Great Namek. Charging Lightzone Grenade [N1] First Turn.]
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Koramund
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PL: 121,168
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Post by Koramund on Feb 3, 2015 3:02:07 GMT
Koramund spotted his prey with his special eyes. Excellent! His eyes glowed their dark colors, the spheres begging to glow vibrantly to his stimlation of power. They turned into the massive Summoner of the Void, WORLD MAKER, bringer of rebirth! The massive sphere floated upwards, looming above the battlefield, hovering above him and Naroka. The Bio-Android smiled his cruel false teeth. He said, "Naroka! It is you! Good to see you... friend." The hunger was to much to handle, and the rage would not settle. He decided it was time to finally feast, finally destroy! The mutant lifted up the star like orb, saying, "This sphere will devastating the environment, and cause vast destruction. Prepare for the impending doom! For now, I FEAST!" Koramund's fore legs and fore arms bulged, sending the weights flying, and boosting his power level! Koramund's power level increased by four fold, reaching 349,896 PL exactly! With no place left to run, Koramund marked Naroka for death. Koramund said, "Shall we dance one final time my Friend? Let our lives flash before our eyes, and let life itself decide who is stronger! The song of silence and sorrow played while the two were looking at the other through the winter moonlight. The full moon sparkled pure white, making the scene even more depressing, filling with the sorrow in Koramund's tortured mind. Koramund said, "Naroka! I am sorry that it has to be you, but it is time to feast!" He flew high into the air, becoming a shadow in front of moon, before shooting the sphere of death... Shall the rivals duel one last time? --------------------------------------- 2nd turn charging - X132% PL! - 461,863 PL?!?!
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 3, 2015 20:11:30 GMT
"..You. I remember you, a little. If you are smart, you'll stop here. Otherwise..well, this is going to be the end for one of us. Good luck." Naroka smirked, his size increasing another few inches to at least buff himself up for the defensive gain. Otherwise, the god Porunga was his source of hope. It was all or nothing, even if this was the start of his demise. None the less, a Warrior died by battle and never through cowardice. This fight, even if it was his last..it would be made to count. All or nothing.
Naroka's hands had shuddered and shaken. The power fused into his palms forcing itself back to between them, a sphere formulating once again. Thriving to be released out and combat against the World Maker. Naroka's weights bursting off of his figure and freeing his strength to it's maximum. A sense of fear and excitement coursing into his veins as he gaze unto the threat of Jingle Village. The green demon's teeth being bore, fangs poking from their concealment. His powerful form remaining in stance and refusing to move unless he was incapacitated. No chance that he'd let up without a good, bloody and ruthless battle.
"I can pray I survive..heh. First day back and I run the risk of death. What a life..! You're going down: This, I swear..!!"
The Namek bellowed, the channeled chi finally bursting and popping, crackling and looking much like an electro ball at it's finest. Releasing the sphere forward to attack the Super Nova like attack, in hopes of dispelling it for what it was. If only he had more time, it'd be enough to combat at least a little more than what it already was!
[Lightzone Grenade released at 66% PL, fully transformed and weights unequipped.]
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 3, 2015 20:58:49 GMT
Koramund cackled in his sick twisted way, his glowing eyes marking the power level of Naroka with everything around him. His Lightzone Grenade was 102.3, while Koramund's own attack was a massive 461.8! The monstrous sphere was barely touched nor phased by ramming through the Lightzone, the deadly Summoner of the Void - World Maker at 359,557.72 PL (Or to Koramund, 359.5)! The mutant cackled once more, as when the sphere detonated, it was... not aimed at Naroka? The orb's detonation caused a devastating explosion, removing a large chunk of snow and ice, and making the ground itself quiver! The explosion went a hundred feet into the ground and sideways, obliterating igloos and people everyone! The explosion in a drastic turn of events invesred, creating a giant tree from the remains! The living tree was 200 feet tall, with lots of smaller trees growing straight out of the stump, like the branches to a normal tree. This mega-tree was completely covered in snow, but its pine leaves allowed the snow to just fall off. Koramund said, "You see, all the damage I do to the environment causes a chain reaction, where the matter is turned into energy! Essentially, this move is a particle accelerator in a zone, creating energy, but then it allows me to edit the very essence of life itself!"
Koramund decided it was time to end it quickly, he grew more and more hungry by the second, his stomach beginning to constrict. The mutant screamed like a Arch-Daemon from the bowels of Diablo's closet, zooming straight for Naroka, snow flying backwards in a giant cloud snow-storm. Koramund said, "My friend, I promise you that I will send you to a better place. I will drink all your sin, and leave you purified!" The unholy spawn of death itself leaped, opened his maw to unleash a swarm of ki blasts, that turned into one solid beam! Naroka would probably remember this attack, but not in this form. This was his Obliteration slaughter rain! But then, Koramund stretched his arm like a Namekian, gripping the orb, and then holding it like a child. He was charging his vile technique, and he then said the NAIL in the coffin, "My previous attack was at around 1 and a 3rd of my full power! This will be DOUBLE my true power! What do you choose to do my friend?" Was he actually lying, or was he telling the cold truth? Sometimes not even he himself knew, but he would keep a promise. The monster wanted a friend, he got one, and now he would set him free.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 3, 2015 23:45:58 GMT
"You speak of sin and creation of a new world, from such a vile move. But, I must question you, Koramund! What do you seek aside from a brand new fine star meal?! I am without sin, for you are naught! I will exterminate you're evil and show you light! The holy dragon as my witness, my friend. I'll expel my homeworld of you're stench without haste nor worry! HYAH!" The Namek braced, his arms crossing over as his opponent use his signature Obliteration technique, though the twist causing him to raise a bare brow in curiosity. Such a strange move..yet, it opened opportunity quite well. Naroka giving a coy smirk as he began to..shake?
His guarding form shaking quickly and rapidly, his body becoming rather shaded. Until he began ripping himself apiece, his time on Namek teaching him many tricks and the like to learn and utilize. The whites of his eyes becoming more apparent as his pupils fade from the supportive technique he ready, his arms shaking and his body quaking. Slowly yet quickly, if such was even possible, he had split himself into a multitude of clones. Four, to be exact. Rising from the defensive pose, he stood up with his images.
[Multi-Form [SU2 used.]
The four dispersed, dashing and moving with haste. Naroka remaining in the far end of the men, one of them going to spiral and jump from stone to stone, wall to wall. Another keeping distance and locking onto Koramund. The third one, keeping close into the melee range. Dashing close, aiming a green row of knuckles for the bio-androids spine and face. Whereas, the true Namek had begun using one of his newly gained title's moves. Creating far distance between he and Koramund. His legs spread and knees bent, his right arm flexed by his waist and his left up, middle and index finger pointed to the space between his antenna. A flash of purple and gold sparking.
[Special Beam Cannon [UP2] Charged for first turn (66%).]
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
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Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Koramund on Feb 4, 2015 1:15:35 GMT
Koramund watched as the namekian split into four in his desperate attempt to survive, the unique form of each clone proving efficient in it's basic tasks. It was a tragic story, but Koramund had to give the bad news, as he screamed out challenging the Namekian's intelligence, "If you split like that, you know you weaken?!" Koramund brought his hands around, letting the pure white spears of ki fly, but the most important thing was HOW he fired it. Each of Naroka was at a 4th of his normal form, and with Koramund firing a blast at twice his normal power level, this would be fun. Koramund quickly did complex math inside his head, the mutant thinking of just how many blasts to allocate to each and every foe. Because of distance, he would fire only two spears into the one flying into melee distance, using his own inertia against him to hopefully impale him against the first, and let the second obliterate the clone. Koramund instead used a solid 40K to represent each Naroka, to notice how many blasts he would need to stop them.
Koramund hopefully picked off the first one in front of him in a show of bright light, because in total he had 17 blasts in reserve, each stronger then Naroka right now! He fired out 6 blasts after the jumping Namekian, the blasts like arrows, each of those spears looming closer and closer to the slaughter, while 5 went towards the one that dared to lock onto his perfected art. The final 4 would try to impale the true Naroka, the special beam cannon glowing and forming around himself. Koramund laughed out humorously, "To easy! But to answer your question Naroka, I search and hunger for the strongest. But, in all honesty, I simply wish to become my perfect form, be able to be worthy of the title Koramund, to finally become who I TRULY am! But I must request, tell me who the holy dragon is for my warriors honor? I will answer all questions you have, I vow on the name of the mighty kami!" Koramund finished his unholy symphony.
--------------------------------------------------- Obliteration Slaughter Rain - 200% PL - 17 shots at 41,164 PL
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 4, 2015 1:48:17 GMT
Vibe sense-
"I've known that. You gotta give a little to get a lot, devil! You of all life forms should know this..right?" Ukare smirked, his first clone destructed and ita individual strength being returned to the original incarnation. His power returned to its apparent 100% as each of his forms were destroyed in the gruesome style the foe Koramund had come to realize. Hopeless and quite outmatched, Naroka had still plastered a smile along his green face. He knew that his end was impending and there was no fighting back; well, at least in the sense of a difference being made at least. No, he knew he would die. "You must be a damned fool to think I'd tell you something like that..huhuhu. No, the Holy Dragon had given me the blessing and confidence to accept my fate. Too bad I wont be going down like a sniveling larvae." The Namek spoke aloud, his eyes shut as he embrace the incoming chi attack that may have meant his end. His fingers jutting forward to greet his demise, the Special Beam Cannon unleashed in hopes of combating the evil and perhaps sating the devil before him. A tear, rolling down the Namek's cheek. Feminine and overdramatic, indeed he had thought so as well, yet the guilt of not seeing Scargot nor Athren or even Toma once more had become something apparent. It was time to face the consequences of awesome power. "SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!!!"[Special Beam Cannon released at 99/100%]
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Koramund
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PL: 121,168
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Post by Koramund on Feb 4, 2015 2:22:45 GMT
Koramund silently opened his drying eyes, a tear of his own dripping down to relieve the pain. He sniffed a little, saying, "Do you truly think I am a devil void of emotion my friend? I lost everything in my life, and everyone around me took it like it was a prize! I have nothing, not even my own soul. The gods ripped it out of me, my family was taken by hatred and curses. My birth rite was to die at the hands of dehydration on a crimson planet. Your power and mine will some day be equal, and I do not fear that. I fear that in the end, we are all self destroying, and I simply wish to free you from this sin of life itself. So come! Meet death! For all your friends in the end will die, same as you, no matter if it is from me or nature. I give the gift of salvation... accept it." Koramund slowly lifted up a palm to meet the end, charging his Obliteration Slaughter Rain. He then did one thing that was completely a bastard move to screw up Naroka. He warped his torso, making a giant hole, forming around the Special Beam cannon he had just spent so long to create, letting it fly straight through the hole! Koramund was completely unharmed from his spiral cannon.
Koramund said, "Your eternal guardian, the Holy Dragon? When you see him again, tell him that you were killed not because of a monster, but because of a friend forced and drowned into the darkness..." Koramund created his Obliteration Slaughter Rain, but he puffed out the energy to look like the Summoner of the Void - World Maker. Either way, the end was there, and it was finally approaching. Koramund just felt sorrow past all the adrenaline and tenseness, calling out, "One day your life will flash before your eyes Naroka... Make sure its a life worth watching."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 2:26:44 GMT
It had started out as quite the casual day for the young saiyan warrior. Of course his early morning began with some outdoor training with his trusted, fluffy companion at his side. Though Sprocket wasn't exactly training he had been running about playing. Throughout the day this pattern had continued up until the early hours of the evening.
You see, the young blue eyed saiyan warrior had known that it had been the night of the full moon and didn't want to risk going outside in the condition that had presented itself yet, something had come up. He had sensed two power levels quite a distance away. One, was awfully familiar. It had been the energy of his green Namekian friend Ukare and a second energy was felt that Athren couldn't recognize. What the hell had been going on? Both powers were incredible, yet the unrecognisable one was overwhelming. If that person had been out to kill Ukare, he wouldn't have stood a chance alone.
Standing up from the couch Athren set Sprocket down on all fours gently. "Don't you dare eat any furniture, Alright?! I'm NOT going to lock you in your cage but you NEED to be good. I swear if I come back and this place is trashed, You'll be locked in that damn cage for three days straight! Got it?!" With that being said Athren began to walk to the open window that had brought in a cool breeze. Quickly, the young saiyan warrior slipped off his chest plating with his heavy weights and tossed it to the apartment floor. Of course, it had landed with a THUD. As he neared the window he gripped his right wrist tightly to slide up the material of his jumpsuit to his elbow he then repeated that same thing with his left side.
On his way to the window, the young saiyan warrior had reached out and gripped a bag of senzu's tightly. Quickly he had tucked it under his jumpsuit where they would stay snug against his flesh.
Leaping out of the window Athren blasted off towards the location of the power levels. His eyes to the ground. He couldn't risk looking at the glow of the full moon that had dawned over them. Blah. There was SO many things that could go wrong tonight. Yet if his friend was in trouble, it was WELL worth the risk.
Of course, making his way to the scene.. Athren had suppressed his power level to almost an undetectable reading.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 4, 2015 2:39:42 GMT
"I suppose so..heh. That didn't work, eh?" The Namek sighed, dropping his hand to his side as he lurch forward. Fearing the inevitable, but hope had been making his way to the field. In the mean time, though, death seemed to be rearing to kiss the Namekian's rough and busted lips. For whatever reason, Naroka had simply watched as Koramund began the next Obliteration, thinking it another World Maker from the bluff, watching as he charged without motion.
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 4, 2015 2:46:16 GMT
Koramund lifted up his hand defiantly to the sky, screaming out calmly to the tune in his mind, "Obliteration of SLAUGHTER RAIN!" The energy blasts rapidly spewed out forward like a hose into the sky, sprinkling the battle field with the very essence of hell. The battlefield around Naroka was ripped apart, brutally shattering and spraying shrapnul. Koramund let all the blasts try to rip into Naroka like he was nothing but paper being riddled with bullets. But the blasts in truth were there so that he force the Namekian into a thinner area, then with his other blast, prepare to execute him in his show of force! The blast generated casually, firing out like a single sniper bullet into his chest, aimed for his glue-bock. Would death come to him finally in one dark silent swoop? Maybe! The large tree over head blocked out the vast moon light, letting the dark nature of the scene just melt in like chocolate. The beast smiled, letting his food become pitch black in ash and sin. But he felt the shadow loom over him, right before the final beam even escaped his paw.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 3:00:34 GMT
WELL...... KICK IT. Athren's arrival.
In all honesty it didn't take the young saiyan warrior overly long to reach his destination. Though it had seemed like an eternity with they way he had to keep his head down and his eyes low. He didn't want to leave ANYTHING to chance when it came to the glow of the full moon. One single slip up and he'd be an uncontrollable, raging, furious great ape that would and could.. potentially destroy everything in it's path. Though, he was doing good to avoid that awful scenario. When he had finally arrived to the destination he had been relieved. A large tree had blocked out the moon in the area that the conflict had been taking place in. That couldn't have been any more convenient for the young saiyan warrior. Now he could fight at his true potential without worrying about the damn moon and if worst came to worse he could just leave the area to transform. Though that option would obviously be the young fighters absolute LAST resort. As not only would the potential threat be targeted but his good friend as well and he didn't want that to happen. At this point in time it had appeared that the second presence, the more powerful fighter had been that same bug that Athren had met in West Capital months ago in the skirmish with Kaiyo and the saiyan. Yet it didn't make sense. At that time the creature wasn't anywhere NEAR this kind of power. The hell was Athren missing?! Though that was something for another time. Instead of thinking about how he had gotten this strong, Athren had to figure out a way to take him down. Of course it'd help with Ukare being on the scene. Watching Koramund attack Ukare, Athren had known it was time to step in and stall or distract the Bio-android. Hopefully giving Ukare enough time to prepare himself for whats to come. Finally, Athren made a move. He flew in fast and swiftly towards Koramund's flank. When he neared his dark orange aura flared up dramatically as his power level became noticeable. Though it had been under both of the other two fighters, it had still been respectable. Now at Koramunds flank, Athren brought both his hands together and interlocked his fingers. He brought his double axe handle high and swung it swiftly down towards Kora's head. Of course, this was just a physical attack and on the unsuspecting opponent. If it had hit, It would MOST LIKELY send the fighter spiralling rapidly towards the ground until he had faced the dirt. Keeping his eyes on his new opponent, Athren shouted out to Ukare. "How're you holding up Namek!?" At this point in time, Ukare would most likely be able to hear the excitement in Athren's voice. It had been a LONG time since he got into a fight like this and he couldn't wait to see it through. Especially considering the power he was up against and the fact that he had his friend here to fight by his side. Until victory, or death...
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 4, 2015 15:08:39 GMT
crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder
It was no use waiting on Orache to go into the pit; Zucceta was impatient for the taste of blood on her tongue, the scrape of flesh 'gainst knuckle that she so craved. The sentient Oozaru howls at the moon, pounds her fists into her chest, an apish war-machine filled with fighting instinct. Koramund presented a challenge for her newly strengthened self, both her new-found natural power and its extension through moon-lit metamorphosis. Adrenaline flooded through her system as the sounds of combat began in the pit before her, a great green Namekian of similar size to her own Oozaru form descending into the great cavern Koramund had found, or made. She'd never seen a Namekian transform in that way, though the race was known to her, one of the space-farers that were known as mystic warriors and healers. Pipa was 'of them', but it seemed his true nature was different still, closer in shape to the figure of her soul. Her scouter clicks. The Namekian had a manageable power-level, if it came down to that.
The Oozaru stood, watching the fight with some amusement. Baron Crimson, forgive the colloquialism, seemed to be chatting 'mad shit'. He was mad, in a way Lady Death was not, his speech coherent but filled with nonsensical worlds of gibberish, sin and rebirth, feasts and purification, dragons and perfection. She shakes her head, but notes the intensity of his techniques - the Bio-Android was truly going all out in his attempts to destroy the Namekian, who was managing extremely well against the increased battle power. A great tree sprouted from the ground where the organism's technique detonated. A ridiculous technique, Zucceta angrily snarls, what is the point of creation after destruction?
The Namekian himself was talking of holiness and draconic entities. A mad, religious delusion in itself. There was one truth in the universe, and that was strength. For those without strength there are only endings, in the soft pondering silence of mortality. When Lady Death descended on those innocents, not even a red mark painted in the blood of lamb would stop the unearthly seraph, her soul borne from the depths of hell. Koramund was almost infantile in his evil in comparison to her views, matured, conscious, vile. The times she had shown any form of mercy could be counted on the fingers on one hand, and the extent of her mercy was a swift, ignorant death.
One of the Namekian's techniques interested her greatly. He showed the ability to split himself into four individuals; while slowed and weakened, the four acted independently of each other. A technique such as this might serve Lady Death greatly, a team-work of Zucceta's capable of overwhelming the opponent with sheer numbers. You would have to be dedicated to be able to keep track of multiple versions of the same warrior, even if you had a mastery of sensing ability.
Koramund offered death as salvation. What a joke! Death was the ultimate end of being. To run a distance between yourself and the yawning void was a victory. Every second of life was a small win over the end day. As Death, she knew the worth of her antonym title, and she feared the day when her own heart might stop in her chest.
But she was not scared enough to let it detract from her battle instinct, as she drops into the fray, just as another warrior appears. By the look, he was a saiyan, like her; all instinct screamed that this was one of her own race, though for a reason he was not transformed like her. Perhaps he could not control the Oozaru beast like she had just learned? Perhaps he was one of these earth-warped saiya-jin, hearts bred to weakness, and he did not wish to unleash the beast for fear of damaging the populace. Or, perhaps he suffered from vanity, another defect of warrior spirit that Zucceta could not abide. Nonetheless, the great simian form snarled at the other saiya-jin with disdain.
Still, the saiyan was smart. Not allowing Koramund to realise he was there, he went in for a great blow, which would most likely sent the Bio-android spiralling to the ground. Zucceta hadn't yet bothered gauging Athren's strength, but she had the sinking suspicion he might be at least a little stronger than her basic form. This thought offers a growl. All of these defective saiya-jin who seemed to be walking around with a great amount of power. First Toma, then... this.
Despite all of this, it was time to make her presence known. She roars in the direction of the great tree which was now blocking the light of the moon; it shakes and shivers in the guttural breeze her bellow emitted. She looks back to the three warriors, the Namek of great size the closest to her height, and smiles. "Who said you boys could have all the fun?" she purrs, wondering if the two new warriors had ever met an Oozaru who could talk before. Nonetheless, she draws both of her hands to her side.
Opening her palms, two orbs of great chi appear, a burning red against the darkness of the pit and the shade of the tree. The bloody crimson light rolls out sluggishly across the fighters, and the great monkey caresses the charging Warhead blast with a smirk, wondering which mother-fucker to shoot.
[up2 Warhead charge 1]
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
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Post by Naroka on Feb 4, 2015 20:20:01 GMT
"Heh..heh..heh.."
Naroka breathed, shielding his body from the intense blast that had apparently been making way for his form. The smoke and debris of nothingness flashing with him and smoke flowing from behind him, for something had apparently intervened with fate. The Namek looking up to see his old ally and a newly joined Oozaru. Strange, he hadn't realized it was the full moon..
"I could be doing better, Saiyan! Just what I need..! No way this thing can take us..and..?!" Ukare grunted, looking to the talking ape. Apparently a woman in an animalistic body. Hopefully she was on their side. Otherwise..well, it would mean after Koramund, the Deathly Ape would be next. For then, he had refocused.
Quickly swiping his hands from side to side. Purple orbs flung from his palms and going in every which direction. Naroka giving a confident smirk as he ready a favorite technique.
[Guided Scatter Shot [UV2] readied and charging for one turn at 66%.]
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